Let him that would live well, attain to truth, and then, and not before, he will cease from sorrow.

Truth is honour, truth is might;

Firmly stand by all that's true:
Scorn the false.

-PLATO.

Believe it, my good friends, to love truth for truth's sake is the principal part of human perfection in this world and the seed-plot of all other virtues.

-LOCKE.

Seize upon Truth where'er 'tis found-
Among your friends, among your foes,
On Christian or on heathen ground;
The flower's divine, where'er it grows.

155. UNION.

Union is strength.

-PROVERB.

Distress and ruin on divisions wait,

But union is the bond of ev'ry state.*

Two are better than one.

--PROVERB.

Unity of interests will reconcile many of the most opposite sentiments.

Concession is no humiliation, nor admission of error any disgrace.

Two things, well considered, would prevent many quarrels; first, to have it well ascertained whether we are not disputing about terms, rather than things; and, secondly, to examine whether that on which we differ, is worth contending about.

-COLTON.

How often is a loose, cross word
The cause of endless woe and strife?
A single angry passion stirred,

Will oft embitter half a life:

A little thought, a moment's calm,
When hearts are sorely rent in twain,

*From Bewick's Select Fables.

Will oft supply the healing balm,

And join the several cords again.

Every schoolboy can have recourse to the fable of the rods, which, when united in a bundle, no strength could bend.

-GOLDSMITH.

Party faction is the bane of society.

It takes two to quarrel; but some folks don't seem to have much trouble in finding the other one.

Behold how good a thing it is,
And how becoming well,
Together such as brethren are,
In unity to dwell.

THE OLD MAN AND HIS THREE SONS.

They tell us a story--perhaps you all know it

Of a father, three sons, and a bundle of sticks; But it carries a moral of use to the poet,

And still of more use to Toms, Harrys, and Dicks,

With your leave, I'll relate it-An old man had weather'd

The last gale of Life, and he wished to bequeath. His most precious advice to his sons, who had gathered To hear what a father's last whisper would breathe. "See that fagot of sticks," said the sire, "in yon

corner,

With a withe twined about it to keep it together; Now each of you take it, and see who can break it,

But mind that not one of you take off the tether."

The boys in their turn, tried their hardest and strongest, But no, not a twig of the fagot would crack; And at last, when the stoutest had bent it the longest, They gave up the trial, and carried it back. "Stay, stay," cried the father, "now take off the binding, And see if your might be expended in vain ;" They tried, and the father spoke louder on finding The sticks, one by one, were all broken in twain. "Now remember, my boys, be this lesson implanted In each of your hearts, when I've passed from

your sight,

"Tis firm Moral Unity chiefly is wanted To bring Human Peace and preserve Human Right.” -ELIZA COOK.

IN UNION IS STRENGTH.

A good old man, no matter where,
Whether in York or Lancashire,
Or on a hill or in a dale,

It cannot much concern the tale,
Had children very much like others,
Compos'd of sisters and of brothers;
In life he had not much to give
Save his example how to live;
His luck was what his neighbours had,
For some were good and some were bad!
This good old man, who long had lain,
Afflicted with disease and pain,
With difficulty drew his breath,
And felt the sure approach of death.

He call'd his children round his bed,
And, with a feeble voice, he said:

"Alas, Alas! my children dear,
I well perceive my end is near;
I suffer much, but kiss the rod,
And bow me to the will of God.
Yet ere from you I'm quite removed;
From you whom I have always loved,
I wish to give you all my blessing,
And leave you with a useful lesson;
That when I've left this world of care,
Each may his testimony bear,
How much my latest thoughts inclined
To prove me tender, good, and kind!
Observe that faggot on the ground,
With twisted hazel firmly bound."
The children turn'd their eyes that way,
And view'd the faggot as it lay;

But wonder'd what their father meant,
Who thus expounded his intent.

"I wish that all of you would take it,
And try if any one can break it."

Obedient to the good old man,
They all to try their strength began;
Now boy, now girl, now he, now she,
Applied the faggot to their knee;

They tugg'd and strain'd. and tried again,
But still they tugg'd and tried in vain;
In vain their skill and strength exerted,
The faggot every effort thwarted;
And when their labour vain they found,
They threw the faggot on the grond.
Again the good old man proceeded,
To give the instruction which they needed:
"Untwist," says he, "the hazel bind,
And let the faggot be disjoined."